Trying to solve problems like Maria

Weekend in the City

Friday night, Live-Music-Loving Companion and I got tickets to the Super Furry Animals’ show at the Music Hall of Williamsburg. It should be mentioned that L-M-L Companion and I teeter on the line between hipster and yuppie Brooklyn – living in Clinton Hill means we are equidistant from both assymetrical haircuts and brunch restaurants with stroller parking, generally identify with neither, and occasionally end up somewhere smack in the middle of both. I don’t even know if that makes sense, but let me put it this way – when I asked Jeff if he was free to come with me to trivia at Pete’s Candy Store last week, his reply was “Even if I was free, we’re already going to Williamsburg on Friday. Williamsburg twice in one week is overdoing it,” and then both Saturday and Sunday (more due to laziness than neighborhood burnout) we were goinnnng to go to Carroll Gardens so I could buy clothes and he could buy comics, and we even made it so far as the bus stop on Sunday before sheer apathy for doing stuff set it. We ended up going to the health food store that’s 4 seconds from our apartment, buying some organic cheese and calling it a day. The bus went right past us and we were like, “should we? I don’t know, do you want to? I don’t know, I don’t care. ”

What was I…right, ok so Friday. So we overcame our Williamsburg biases to meet up with Bill and get some smoked meat at the very delicious Fette Sau before the show. I ate pure fat, people. Pure pork belly fat. I started playing with the leftovers and rubbing it into the waxed paper the food came on and Bill referenced the “Window to Weight Gain” from the Simpsons. I felt really bad about eating so much pork belly after that. Too bad neither hipsters nor stroller moms have embraced Muu Muus yet. Soon. Also, just fyi, my jacket still smells like pork and smoke.

So anyway, I reviewed the SFA show for NYM and then spent the rest of the weekend indoors avoiding people by watching practically a full season of Battlestar Gallactica. I know, I never thought that would happen either. It might be safe to say that stranger things have NOT happened, Liz watching a show from the Sci-Fi Network is about as bizarro world as it gets. You win, TV Watching Companion! But alas, it’s pretty frackin’ entertaining aside from the crazy blonde Cylon that I hate everything about. I mean, come on! What alien robot modeling agency did she come from?